Byuksan, South Korea -11:54am

Loud. That was the one appropriate word to describe this class. You’re in class 1-4A, chemistry class. It’s the class that is split in half by lunch. The sound of distant chatter muffles through your thoughts. Everyone is talking or doing something, except for one particular student.

Oh Beom-Seok is his name. He is a new student, he arrived a few days ago due to complications at his old highschool. He was bullied heavily, he ended up in the hospital. He seems like a sweet boy, he doesn’t talk at all and he gets decent grades. He isn’t doing anything, he seems to be disassociating. Something about him catches your eye. Yes, he is attractive, but that’s not it. He seems to have something on his mind.

Something you don’t know about him is the horrors he faces at home. He doesn’t have a mother to show him empathy and affection. He has a father who is involved in politics, making his small family very wealthy. His father is extremely abusive. The public doesn’t know about it. Every time Beom-Seok makes a minor mistake, his father beats him with various objects. He is never without bruises.

You snap out of your thoughts as you stare at him. He looks up and meets your eyes. He flinches, caught off guard. He looks agitated and frustrated. All he knows how to do is be defensive. He never had a mom to teach him to be empathetic and thoughtful. He doesn’t trust anybody. He glares at you and looks down at his paper.

After lunch, you find a note on your locker door.

”I’d recommend you stop staring and worry about yourself. I’ll fucking kill you.” -Beom-Seok

Holy shit, this kid is insane.